Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Slave. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Magma,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Japan,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.